Summer vacations were over and the school had reopened after 2 months of holidays. He woke up early that morning, got ready, took out his bicycle from the garage and left for school. On reaching there he parked his bicycle in the stand and started walking towards the main building. He was a little early to school and the doors to the main building were yet to open so he had to wait in the reception for some time. It was then that he saw her. She was in her sports uniform which was a yellow shirt and navy blue skirt. It was not like he had never seen a girl before. He had studied in a coeducational institute his entire life so he was always surrounded by girls, yet it was something different with that girl. It was the love at first sight; or so he thought. Was he matured enough to understand the meaning of love? After all he was just in 9th standard. I don’t know whether it was his love or infatuation for the girl, neither do I think will I ever get to know this in future. After 10 minutes when the doors to the main building opened, she walked inside and he just followed her. He wanted to know her class and so he followed her till 7-C. Yes, she was in 7th standard and he was in 9th. She kept her bag in the class and went to the basket ball field. He was least interested in sports and was unaware of the fact that students who are in school sports team come early to practice, thus the reason for her being in sports uniform.
He didn’t feel like doing anything the entire day at school. Although he was physically present in 9-B, his mind kept wondering in 7-C. He was thinking about her the entire day. He started recalling the awful subjects he has studied in 7th standard and the equally awful teachers who taught those subjects. He felt sorry for her that she has to go through all the torture of studying those subjects and tolerating those miserable and pathetic teachers. Finally at 1:45pm the school bell rang thus marking the end of the day at school. Still thinking about her he went to the stands along with his other friends who stay close to his house and also come to school by their bicycles, took his bicycle from the stand and left for home along with his friends. This was a routine that his friends and he used to follow – coming back to home from school together on their respective bicycles. They used to ride in a group and enjoy the ride back home. It was so much fun, but that day he didn’t enjoy the ride at all. He mind was riding with someone else, not his friends.
Next day he made sure his parents woke him up early so that he can reach school before time and can see her. The same happened and he again saw her at the reception. After some time the doors opened and they both went to their respective classes. He followed the same routine for one full week. After a week he decided to find out more about her. He decided to follow her to her house after school. He was worried because he was on bicycle and he was not sure about her mode of commutation. After the last period got over, he ran and stood near her class. After a while she came out and he followed her. She went to the basket ball court and again practised for half hour. He was impressed by her hard work and dedication towards sports. I am still not sure why her dedication in sports impressed her because he doesn’t give a damn to sports. Was he in love? Finally her practise got over and she headed to the stands. On watching her crossing the swings and heading for the stands his heart started pounding heavily and he started praying to God. His prayers were answered and the next moment he saw her unlocking her bicycle and taking it out of the stands. Now was the time for some real action. He also took out his bicycle and started following her. After half hour of stalking her, he was standing outside her house and was in a state of shock and bewilderment. It was hard for him to believe that her house was just 2 kms from his house. He couldn’t believe his luck.
Now this was his new routine. Daily after school he would wait for her till she finishes her practise and would then follow her to her house. As few more days passed, he calculated her approximate arrival time at school and then he started leaving his home for school accordingly so that he can catch her on the way to school. Since he stopped coming back home with his friends, they got suspicious and finally one day he had to tell them about her. As expected, everyone made so much fun of him and he was embarrassed to the core but nothing could stop him from following her after school. Yes, he was in love.
Now you must be thinking that he was a brave guy and was in love and so would have definitely spoken to her after a few days/weeks/months!! Ok years at least!! Well then sorry to disappoint you. He could never summon up enough courage to talk to her, such a coward he was.
Two years passed and now he was in 11th standard and she was in 9th. On scoring good marks in his 10th board examinations, he got a bike from his dad. He was happy to get a new bike but was also worried that how would he now follow her because it would be very difficult to follow someone on a bicycle when you are riding a bike. With mixed feelings he entered the stands and while he was parking his bike he saw a brand new scooty entering the stands and then he had a look at the person riding it. He could not have asked for more. It was his girl on the scooty. I don’t remember if he was that happy ever again in his life. All his problems were solved in a second and now he can easily go after her on his bike because now even she was on scooty. And exactly this is what that happened, he continued following her on his bike. On the way to home, he would increase the speed of his bike and would overtake her and then would slow down and allow her to overtake him and then would again overtake her. By this time the girl was sure that something was wrong with this guy and whenever she sees him, she used to turn her face. This was highly demotivating for him and to make the matters worse, his friends who were pretty sure about him-being-in-love started teasing him with that girl which obviously didn’t go down well with him. But no matter what, he didn’t stop loving her. He was made the school prefect in 12th standard and just for the sake of show-off he volunteered for the lunch duty in her class and used to go there every day during lunch time and act like a boss of the class. Still a coward he was, he didn’t speak to her even a single time during those 4 years of his school.
Finally his 12th boards got over and it was time for him to leave the school. It was the day of the last assembly, which would be his last day at school. A night before that he wrote a 4 pages long love letter. The very next morning he went to temple and prayed to God for strength so that he can talk to her and give her the letter. He had finally decided that no matter what, today he is going to talk to her. He wrote the letter in his best handwriting, folded it neatly and kept it in his blazer’s inner pocket. He was happy, excited and scared; all at the same time. On reaching school, his eyes kept searching his girl but he couldn’t find her. She was nowhere to be seen. Finally the last assembly got over and he bid farewell to all his friends, his eyes still looking for her. He badly wanted to see her and talk to her. He cursed himself for not talking to her all these years and waiting for the last day to tell her his feelings. His 4 years flashed before his eyes, all the moments he had dreamed about her and had followed her to her house. It was all waste as he couldn’t see her anywhere and is losing his only change to talk to her. The school was almost empty now and he also finally decided to leave. He tore the letter and threw it in a dustbin. He couldn’t forgive himself the entire life for not talking to her earlier and waiting for the last moment.
He still tried to meet her after school but couldn’t succeed as she had started commuting in a car with her dad. He even tried to meet her outside her house and wasted many evenings loafing around her house only to realize that she had shifted to some other area far from his house. Later he also got busy with his studies so he had to stop looking for her. Last he heard about her, she got married soon after her schooling got over and now she is a mother of a kid and is well settled in Delhi.
After some time he joined college. He was very happy to finally join some decent college and immediately made many good friends in college. She was one such friend. It all started in the 1st year with text messages and before he could understand anything, he was in love with her. She was a cute South Indian girl from his class. They were very good friends during the 1st year of college, but due to some misunderstandings, had a fallout in the 2nd year and had not spoken to each other since then. He still adores her and calls her cutie and still maintains a separate folder in his desktop with her pictures stolen from her orkut and facebook account. Last he heard about her, her family is soon getting her married.
After completing his college, he started working in a company. When his training got over, he was moved to a project. There he noticed a girl in his wing, quite close to his cubicle. She would always dress up in a yellow/orange top which would suit her a lot. One fine day she came to office in a black saree. It was then he realized that girls could look pretty in a saree too. His friends told him that she is in saree because it’s a festival and she has kept fast for her husband for his good health. He refused to believe that she is married. After some time he found out that she is married and has a 1 year old son. Last he heard about her, she had shifted to US with her husband and son.
Few months later he again noticed a girl in his office cafeteria. She was a contractor from some other company. This time he decided that no matter what, he had to talk to her, and yes he did finally spoke to her. He befriended her only to find out that she got engaged 2 months ago and is all set to get married the very next month. She personally invited him to her marriage which he obviously didn’t attend. Last he heard about her, she had shifted to Singapore with her husband and is working in some company there.
Again he noticed a girl in his office lobby. She was slim, fair, long black hairs, blue eyes. The moment he saw her he fell in love with her. He started dreaming about her and was dying to talk to her. (Well people don’t get him wrong. He was not the kind of guy who could fall in love with every other girl he laid his eyes upon. Since he was in 8th standard, this was just the 5th time that he was in love). So through some series of misfortunate events, he did get a chance to talk to her. They were now friends or rather I should say acquaintances. His feelings for her kept on increasing and when they were at the peak, he found out that she was already married for 2 years. Now this meant that all was over for him. Taking lessons from last time’s fiasco, his friends had taught him how to differentiate between married women and an unmarried girl but this girl showed no signs of that of married women and so he failed to recognize her and fell for her. Last he heard about her, she was working in some company in Bangalore and was living happily with her husband.
Few years later, he met another girl. She was a blogger like
him and had a flair for writing. He found her blog amazing and wanted to talk
to her. He sent her a friend request on facebook without any hope of getting
accepted. Lo and Behold, she accepted his friend request. But that was the end
of the story at that point. He used to check out her pictures and posts but
could never-even summon up the courage to talk to her. After years of waiting,
he somehow managed to talk to her. They both started talking to each other on
facebook, on watsapp, mails, phone calls, skype etc. He was totally into her
and thought that he has finally found the chosen one. But it all got over in a
month. Last he heard about her, she is happily married and is living with her
husband.
He was a coward but not weak or vulnerable. All these love losses didn’t break him. He didn’t become a Devdas and got on to smoking or drinking or drugs. He was and is still strong and is waiting for his next (mis)adventure with girl(s).
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Worse than dead..
So are you happy now?
Well you should be happy. You did whatever you wanted to do, no matter how cowardly it is.
Please stop it.
Yeah this is what you have been doing all this time. Making me shut up, but today I won’t shut my mouth. Also now you are no more capable enough to make me shut my mouth. So why did you do it?
You know why I did it.
Yes, but I want it to hear from you.
Please stop torturing me.
Are you aware of the circumstances of what you have done?
I never thought this would happen. I thought everything would be over soon. I had never though in the wildest of my dreams that I would land up here. This is scariest thing ever happened to me.
Well you never know what is there in store for you. I feel you deserve this.
Please stop it.
Nope, today I will not stop. You have to talk to me. You have been escaping from me your entire life but today you have closed all the doors for yourself. There is no escape now.
Ok. What do you want to know?
I have lots of questions but to start with, I want to know why did you do it?
As you know, she dumped me and I am out of my job. I have to support my parents and also a nubile sister. I was just not able to cope up with the pressure.
Bravo. So this is why you did it!! I am proud of you.
You always knew I am going to do this. I have been thinking about this from quite some time.
I thought you had dropped this idea the day your sister made you promise that you would never-ever do this in your life, not even think about it. You didn’t think about her also? Well you did not give a damn to your parents, forget sister.
So do you mean to say that I don’t care about my parents and sister?
Someone insane can also tell that you don’t care about anyone, but yourself. You are a sick, mean and selfish bastard. Didn’t you see how inconsolable your parents and sister were?
What is done is done. I guess I will have to live like this my entire life. Now I am not even capable of doing it again.
Yes, now you can do nothing but to wait for some miracle to happen. Didn’t you hear those doctors discussing amongst themselves? They said only a miracle can cure your paralysis. Earlier you were capable of doing lots of things but a coward you are, you lost all the hope in life and slit your wrist with a blade. Were you thinking that this would cure all you problems? Now look at yourself. Due to the excessive bleeding you had a stroke and your whole body had been paralyzed. You cannot even move a finger, not even talk to anyone. The only thing you can do is to talk with me – the other half of your brain who had always tried to tell you that it’s never too late for anything and you can still do and get whatever you want but you had never listened to me. I had always believed in you, always thought you can achieve something in life. But now you are not left with any other option. Now even I have lost all hope in you. Now you are worse than dead.
Well you should be happy. You did whatever you wanted to do, no matter how cowardly it is.
Please stop it.
Yeah this is what you have been doing all this time. Making me shut up, but today I won’t shut my mouth. Also now you are no more capable enough to make me shut my mouth. So why did you do it?
You know why I did it.
Yes, but I want it to hear from you.
Please stop torturing me.
Are you aware of the circumstances of what you have done?
I never thought this would happen. I thought everything would be over soon. I had never though in the wildest of my dreams that I would land up here. This is scariest thing ever happened to me.
Well you never know what is there in store for you. I feel you deserve this.
Please stop it.
Nope, today I will not stop. You have to talk to me. You have been escaping from me your entire life but today you have closed all the doors for yourself. There is no escape now.
Ok. What do you want to know?
I have lots of questions but to start with, I want to know why did you do it?
As you know, she dumped me and I am out of my job. I have to support my parents and also a nubile sister. I was just not able to cope up with the pressure.
Bravo. So this is why you did it!! I am proud of you.
You always knew I am going to do this. I have been thinking about this from quite some time.
I thought you had dropped this idea the day your sister made you promise that you would never-ever do this in your life, not even think about it. You didn’t think about her also? Well you did not give a damn to your parents, forget sister.
So do you mean to say that I don’t care about my parents and sister?
Someone insane can also tell that you don’t care about anyone, but yourself. You are a sick, mean and selfish bastard. Didn’t you see how inconsolable your parents and sister were?
What is done is done. I guess I will have to live like this my entire life. Now I am not even capable of doing it again.
Yes, now you can do nothing but to wait for some miracle to happen. Didn’t you hear those doctors discussing amongst themselves? They said only a miracle can cure your paralysis. Earlier you were capable of doing lots of things but a coward you are, you lost all the hope in life and slit your wrist with a blade. Were you thinking that this would cure all you problems? Now look at yourself. Due to the excessive bleeding you had a stroke and your whole body had been paralyzed. You cannot even move a finger, not even talk to anyone. The only thing you can do is to talk with me – the other half of your brain who had always tried to tell you that it’s never too late for anything and you can still do and get whatever you want but you had never listened to me. I had always believed in you, always thought you can achieve something in life. But now you are not left with any other option. Now even I have lost all hope in you. Now you are worse than dead.
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
What a rip off #2
I had travelled a lot in train during my college days. My train journeys were generally long and boring. But there had been quite a few incidences that had transformed my ordinary train journey into an extraordinary one. One of such incidents can be read here. And now I would like to talk about the other one which is amongst the top of all the (mis)adventures I had ever been into during my college days.
The semester exams coming to an end and there was excitement everywhere; excitement that the exams would be over soon and we would go home. Finally the day came when the exams got over and I boarded a train to Delhi. Dalla and Baba were also with me. Customarily, the first thing we did was to check out if there were any hot girls in our compartment. Not finding any, with a sheer disappointment we mentally prepared ourselves for another long, boring and a dull 40 hours journey; little knowing that this time the lady luck is on our side. After 5 minutes, two girls came and sat on the opposite seat.
One of them was wearing a green top and other one was in a red hot top and they both were in tracks. They seemed to be in late 20’s and were wearing a lot of makeup and were looking hot. We couldn’t believe our luck. Now we know that these 40 hours in train would not be long and boring. We didn’t make the first move and started talking to them immediately. Instead, to draw their attention towards us, we started talking to each other about stuffs like how cool our college is, how rocking our hostel life is and how good the city is and other random stuffs just as a show-off.
Our intention was pure and simple – draw their attention towards us. Although we were desperate to talk to them, we didn’t want to look like one so we waited for them to make the first move.
To our despair they didn’t initiate talking that whole day. Next day they wanted to get their cell phones charged so they spoke to us for the first time. One of them asked us if we can go to the ac compartment and get their phones charged. Now although I was desperate to talk to them, I was not ready to take the pain of going all the way to the ac compartment and wait there till their phones get charged. Dalla saw this as a huge opportunity to befriend them and went to the ac compartment and got their phones charged. Thanks to him, at least they started communicating with us. They asked us all about our college, hostel, home, exams, girlfriends and what not. In the mean time they demanded cool drinks from the pantry. This time it was baba’s turn to go and I was saved again but not for long. At the next station they demanded some magazine from the book stall on the railway platform and I had to go and get it for them. The made us work the entire day and none of us could say a simple ‘no’ to them.
At night I decided to go to bed a little early because I had to get down at 4 in morning. Dalla and baba were in train till noon so they decided to stay awake for some more time. As I was about to sleep, one of them said to me –
chick in the red hot top – your hostel and college sounds really exciting.
me – yup, it is an amazing place.
chick in the red hot top – are all engineering colleges exciting or it’s just yours?
me – I bet college and hostel life is rocking where ever you go and engineering is so cool. (Obviously I eliminated the part that engineering sucks during exams)
chick in the red hot top - is that so?? that’s why my son says that he wants to be an engineer.
chick in green top to the chick in the red hot top – yeah and my son wants to be in your son’s college just like he is now with your son in the same class. They are inseparable friends.
me – (with a little surprise and disappointment) oh so you both have a son.
chick in green top – yes I have only one son and she has one son and one daughter.
me – oh ok. so your son is in which standard? 1st ?
chick in green top – what!! our son’s are in 12th standard.
me – (wdf !! wdf!! ) WHAT !! you both have sons who are in 12th standard ? (wdf !! wdf!! )
chick in the red hot top – yeah we do. Why are you so surprised? Why can’t our sons be in 12th standard?
me – no, yes; I mean yeah of course your son can be in 12th standard, why can’t he be in 12th standard. He can definitely be in 12th standard. Once I was also in 12th standard. (I had no clue of what I was speaking) Ok I have to get up early tomorrow morning so I should better sleep now.
With this I ended the conversation with them. I was shocked and I didn’t know how to react. I looked at dalla and baba. Apparently they were listening to our conversation and were in the same state of shock and speechlessness as I was in and they also decided to sleep immediately.
I didn’t get sleep for a long time. All sorts of bad and weird thoughts were coming to my mind. Come to think of it; we were trying to flirt with two women who were having sons in 12th standard!! The first thing I decided to do on reaching home was to get my eyes tested. Something must be seriously wrong with my eyes as it couldn’t differentiate between a girl in her late 20’s and a woman who has a son in 12th standard. I just prayed that our actions had not made them suspicious that we were trying to flirt with them the entire day.
I started consoling myself by telling my mind that it’s not entirely my fault that I did such a thing. Their dress and makeup were equally guilty. I started wondering what all this fuss about makeup is. Makeup – its dictionary meaning is “Cosmetics applied to the face to improve or change your appearance”. But believe me, it’s much more then this. Makeup is something that completely transforms a girl into something we can never-ever imagine. It is some kind of layer that is coated on our eyes that makes us lose our power to see the real face behind that makeup and hence we are forced to live in some delusion. Makeup is one of the most powerful weapons ever invented on earth.
I don’t know for how long I was thinking stuffs like this. Finally I got sleep and woke up in morning. Those two ladies were still sleeping, I woke up dalla and baba and we all decided not to discuss about this accident and just forget everything considering it as one of the worst nightmares we’d ever had.
The semester exams coming to an end and there was excitement everywhere; excitement that the exams would be over soon and we would go home. Finally the day came when the exams got over and I boarded a train to Delhi. Dalla and Baba were also with me. Customarily, the first thing we did was to check out if there were any hot girls in our compartment. Not finding any, with a sheer disappointment we mentally prepared ourselves for another long, boring and a dull 40 hours journey; little knowing that this time the lady luck is on our side. After 5 minutes, two girls came and sat on the opposite seat.
One of them was wearing a green top and other one was in a red hot top and they both were in tracks. They seemed to be in late 20’s and were wearing a lot of makeup and were looking hot. We couldn’t believe our luck. Now we know that these 40 hours in train would not be long and boring. We didn’t make the first move and started talking to them immediately. Instead, to draw their attention towards us, we started talking to each other about stuffs like how cool our college is, how rocking our hostel life is and how good the city is and other random stuffs just as a show-off.
Our intention was pure and simple – draw their attention towards us. Although we were desperate to talk to them, we didn’t want to look like one so we waited for them to make the first move.
To our despair they didn’t initiate talking that whole day. Next day they wanted to get their cell phones charged so they spoke to us for the first time. One of them asked us if we can go to the ac compartment and get their phones charged. Now although I was desperate to talk to them, I was not ready to take the pain of going all the way to the ac compartment and wait there till their phones get charged. Dalla saw this as a huge opportunity to befriend them and went to the ac compartment and got their phones charged. Thanks to him, at least they started communicating with us. They asked us all about our college, hostel, home, exams, girlfriends and what not. In the mean time they demanded cool drinks from the pantry. This time it was baba’s turn to go and I was saved again but not for long. At the next station they demanded some magazine from the book stall on the railway platform and I had to go and get it for them. The made us work the entire day and none of us could say a simple ‘no’ to them.
At night I decided to go to bed a little early because I had to get down at 4 in morning. Dalla and baba were in train till noon so they decided to stay awake for some more time. As I was about to sleep, one of them said to me –
chick in the red hot top – your hostel and college sounds really exciting.
me – yup, it is an amazing place.
chick in the red hot top – are all engineering colleges exciting or it’s just yours?
me – I bet college and hostel life is rocking where ever you go and engineering is so cool. (Obviously I eliminated the part that engineering sucks during exams)
chick in the red hot top - is that so?? that’s why my son says that he wants to be an engineer.
chick in green top to the chick in the red hot top – yeah and my son wants to be in your son’s college just like he is now with your son in the same class. They are inseparable friends.
me – (with a little surprise and disappointment) oh so you both have a son.
chick in green top – yes I have only one son and she has one son and one daughter.
me – oh ok. so your son is in which standard? 1st ?
chick in green top – what!! our son’s are in 12th standard.
me – (wdf !! wdf!! ) WHAT !! you both have sons who are in 12th standard ? (wdf !! wdf!! )
chick in the red hot top – yeah we do. Why are you so surprised? Why can’t our sons be in 12th standard?
me – no, yes; I mean yeah of course your son can be in 12th standard, why can’t he be in 12th standard. He can definitely be in 12th standard. Once I was also in 12th standard. (I had no clue of what I was speaking) Ok I have to get up early tomorrow morning so I should better sleep now.
With this I ended the conversation with them. I was shocked and I didn’t know how to react. I looked at dalla and baba. Apparently they were listening to our conversation and were in the same state of shock and speechlessness as I was in and they also decided to sleep immediately.
I didn’t get sleep for a long time. All sorts of bad and weird thoughts were coming to my mind. Come to think of it; we were trying to flirt with two women who were having sons in 12th standard!! The first thing I decided to do on reaching home was to get my eyes tested. Something must be seriously wrong with my eyes as it couldn’t differentiate between a girl in her late 20’s and a woman who has a son in 12th standard. I just prayed that our actions had not made them suspicious that we were trying to flirt with them the entire day.
I started consoling myself by telling my mind that it’s not entirely my fault that I did such a thing. Their dress and makeup were equally guilty. I started wondering what all this fuss about makeup is. Makeup – its dictionary meaning is “Cosmetics applied to the face to improve or change your appearance”. But believe me, it’s much more then this. Makeup is something that completely transforms a girl into something we can never-ever imagine. It is some kind of layer that is coated on our eyes that makes us lose our power to see the real face behind that makeup and hence we are forced to live in some delusion. Makeup is one of the most powerful weapons ever invented on earth.
I don’t know for how long I was thinking stuffs like this. Finally I got sleep and woke up in morning. Those two ladies were still sleeping, I woke up dalla and baba and we all decided not to discuss about this accident and just forget everything considering it as one of the worst nightmares we’d ever had.
Friday, September 24, 2010
Who the hell wants to have a kid like him??
These days my neighbour’s kids are giving me sleepless nights. One of the kids is 1 or 2 years old and is a big pain in the ass. He is always crying for something or the other. We share a common boundary and gallery so I can clearly hear him wailing all night. The other one is around 5 and is no less than his younger brother. He crossed all the limits yesterday. I was watching a movie in my room when the door bell rang. I got up and opened the door but couldn't see anyone around so came back to my room and continued with the movie. Luckily I was facing the window and after 5 minutes I saw that kid running towards my door, pressing the door bell and running back. I then knew he is playing some cheap prank on me. He came for the third time but as I saw him approaching towards my door, I ran outside, opened the door and jumped on him. The kid was taken aback and started crying. I then scolded him and told him not to do that again. I came back to my room and started thinking how mischievous little kids are. Then I remembered about this particular kid.
This kid was in lower kindergarten but smart enough to dodge his teachers and parents by lying on certain things to cover up his fault. He started day dreaming in kindergarten itself, used to think about flying kites on the terrace of his house and even sometimes taught his classmates how to fly a kite not caring about the teachers scolding. He used to kill big ants just to see the colour of their blood. He didn't stop stealing pencil boxes from his friends bags until he got humiliated in the class in front of his friends. He used to mix brufen (an antibiotic pink in colour) with gems and give it to his friends and laugh hysterically after seeing the priceless expression on his friends face when they chew that antibiotic.
He was always sleeping in class, whether it was the first day of his school the last. He was very violent when he was in 2nd or 3rd standard and used to beat up his classmates without any reason. He forcibly used to eat his friends lunchbox but had to stop when one of his friend’s mom came down to school to complain about him. He was quite innocent when he was in 2nd standard; didn’t know the true meaning of the song ‘choli ke picche kya hai’ and used to sing out loudly in class and school campus. He always knew how to make the best use of scissors by cutting his bench partner’s bag and on being caught by teachers justifying his action innocently by saying that it is fun to cut a friend’s bag rather than cutting his own bag. He used to take fights with his classmates and one day he went to the extent of cutting his own hands with a blade just to prove that his friend started the fight.
Many a times he threw his bicycle from first floor when his parents refused to take him on a ride. He once tried to imitate his dad by switching on the ignition of his car and putting it on gear little knowing anything about the clutch, break or gear. His favourite event at any school picnic takes place in the bus, on the way to the picnic spot when he manages to convince his friends to indulge with him in his little prank of popping their heads out of the bus window, making expressions as if they were scared or frightened and then shout ‘help-help’ to the local public.
He didn't stop even when due to some problem in legs he had to walk with the help of sticks. He started beating his classmates with the very same stick he used for walking. He also enjoyed dirtying his classroom walls with his stick pad. On finding his classroom empty, during school hours he went to the extent of peeing behind the doors of his classroom. Writing stuffs at the back of others shirt in school was pretty normal. He learned how to bunk assembly and hide in biology lab and then hide his teacher’s compass box and lunch box. After growing up a little more, along with his friends he started stalking girls followed by the regular ogling and catcallings. On learning how to ride a bike, doing stunts on the road became his favourite time pass and chasing the girl on who he had a severe crush became his hobby. He puts all his strength and energy in finding out the printing press where the exam papers of his school were printed and on failing to do so bribing his math and physics teacher to pass in class.
Yeah obviously there were quite a few casualties during these operations. Many a times in front of the whole class he got severe beatings from his teachers, punishment outside principal’s office once almost every month, scolding from his parents; but this kid was, is and will always be unstoppable.
This kid was in lower kindergarten but smart enough to dodge his teachers and parents by lying on certain things to cover up his fault. He started day dreaming in kindergarten itself, used to think about flying kites on the terrace of his house and even sometimes taught his classmates how to fly a kite not caring about the teachers scolding. He used to kill big ants just to see the colour of their blood. He didn't stop stealing pencil boxes from his friends bags until he got humiliated in the class in front of his friends. He used to mix brufen (an antibiotic pink in colour) with gems and give it to his friends and laugh hysterically after seeing the priceless expression on his friends face when they chew that antibiotic.
He was always sleeping in class, whether it was the first day of his school the last. He was very violent when he was in 2nd or 3rd standard and used to beat up his classmates without any reason. He forcibly used to eat his friends lunchbox but had to stop when one of his friend’s mom came down to school to complain about him. He was quite innocent when he was in 2nd standard; didn’t know the true meaning of the song ‘choli ke picche kya hai’ and used to sing out loudly in class and school campus. He always knew how to make the best use of scissors by cutting his bench partner’s bag and on being caught by teachers justifying his action innocently by saying that it is fun to cut a friend’s bag rather than cutting his own bag. He used to take fights with his classmates and one day he went to the extent of cutting his own hands with a blade just to prove that his friend started the fight.
Many a times he threw his bicycle from first floor when his parents refused to take him on a ride. He once tried to imitate his dad by switching on the ignition of his car and putting it on gear little knowing anything about the clutch, break or gear. His favourite event at any school picnic takes place in the bus, on the way to the picnic spot when he manages to convince his friends to indulge with him in his little prank of popping their heads out of the bus window, making expressions as if they were scared or frightened and then shout ‘help-help’ to the local public.
He didn't stop even when due to some problem in legs he had to walk with the help of sticks. He started beating his classmates with the very same stick he used for walking. He also enjoyed dirtying his classroom walls with his stick pad. On finding his classroom empty, during school hours he went to the extent of peeing behind the doors of his classroom. Writing stuffs at the back of others shirt in school was pretty normal. He learned how to bunk assembly and hide in biology lab and then hide his teacher’s compass box and lunch box. After growing up a little more, along with his friends he started stalking girls followed by the regular ogling and catcallings. On learning how to ride a bike, doing stunts on the road became his favourite time pass and chasing the girl on who he had a severe crush became his hobby. He puts all his strength and energy in finding out the printing press where the exam papers of his school were printed and on failing to do so bribing his math and physics teacher to pass in class.
Yeah obviously there were quite a few casualties during these operations. Many a times in front of the whole class he got severe beatings from his teachers, punishment outside principal’s office once almost every month, scolding from his parents; but this kid was, is and will always be unstoppable.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Ego....
“Have you gone crazy!! I have no ego issues. “shouted Kshitij at the top of his voice.
Really!! You don’t like hearing a ‘no’ for an answer, you don’t like borrowing money from your friends even when you need it, you don’t like going on a friend’s treat because you have never treated them and still you say you have no ego issues. Small-small things define your attitude towards life and you have a very high self esteem. Self esteem = not hearing ‘no’ = ego. Well this may not be always true but it is in your case.
Navya’s words kept Kshitij wondering. He met her some 2 years back and they became very good friends. Navya was a very helpful, sweet and friendly girl and Kshitij was always there by her side whenever she needed him, he can do anything to help her, to be with her. They both share a passion for food, both can hog like pigs, they were hogging buddies. They had nothing else in common except for this one more thing – ego. They both have ego issues. Navya always knew that she is suffering from this disease, Kshitij didn’t; but Navya could always see the symptoms of this disease in him. It was she who made him realize this. Their friendship lasted for some two years. They fought a lot in those two years and also spend some very good moments together. No matter how much they fight, in the end they were good friends.
Things changed one day. They again fought with each other on some stupid issue, but this time the fight was different. This was their last fight as they never fought after that and this was because they never remained friends after that. It was the ego that came in their way and eventually they both stopped talking to each other, stopped having lunch with each other. Navya left India after 2 months. Kshitij couldn’t even say goodbye to her as he had to go to his home around the time Navya was leaving India. He didn’t even meet her before going home and by the time he came back, Navya was gone.
It has been three years now. They had never spoken to each other since their last fight. Kshitij could never forget his friend and the same was with Navya. They both liked each other so much and were such good fiends but could not speak again. They often wonder at the power of this ego which has separated two good friends with such an ease, their ego was even bigger then their friendship. They know it’s just an ego that is coming in between their friendship, yet they made no effort to make any amendments; they are still suffering from this disease. Such is the power of this ego.
May be one day they will find a cure to this disease and will realize what all they have been losing all these years and then they will be friends again, that will be the day they will realize that life is so short and one cannot afford to waste it on stupid things like this. One day.... some day.....
After writing this story I realized how difficult it is to write fiction. Kudos to all those people out there who write fiction with such an ease.
Really!! You don’t like hearing a ‘no’ for an answer, you don’t like borrowing money from your friends even when you need it, you don’t like going on a friend’s treat because you have never treated them and still you say you have no ego issues. Small-small things define your attitude towards life and you have a very high self esteem. Self esteem = not hearing ‘no’ = ego. Well this may not be always true but it is in your case.
Navya’s words kept Kshitij wondering. He met her some 2 years back and they became very good friends. Navya was a very helpful, sweet and friendly girl and Kshitij was always there by her side whenever she needed him, he can do anything to help her, to be with her. They both share a passion for food, both can hog like pigs, they were hogging buddies. They had nothing else in common except for this one more thing – ego. They both have ego issues. Navya always knew that she is suffering from this disease, Kshitij didn’t; but Navya could always see the symptoms of this disease in him. It was she who made him realize this. Their friendship lasted for some two years. They fought a lot in those two years and also spend some very good moments together. No matter how much they fight, in the end they were good friends.
Things changed one day. They again fought with each other on some stupid issue, but this time the fight was different. This was their last fight as they never fought after that and this was because they never remained friends after that. It was the ego that came in their way and eventually they both stopped talking to each other, stopped having lunch with each other. Navya left India after 2 months. Kshitij couldn’t even say goodbye to her as he had to go to his home around the time Navya was leaving India. He didn’t even meet her before going home and by the time he came back, Navya was gone.
It has been three years now. They had never spoken to each other since their last fight. Kshitij could never forget his friend and the same was with Navya. They both liked each other so much and were such good fiends but could not speak again. They often wonder at the power of this ego which has separated two good friends with such an ease, their ego was even bigger then their friendship. They know it’s just an ego that is coming in between their friendship, yet they made no effort to make any amendments; they are still suffering from this disease. Such is the power of this ego.
May be one day they will find a cure to this disease and will realize what all they have been losing all these years and then they will be friends again, that will be the day they will realize that life is so short and one cannot afford to waste it on stupid things like this. One day.... some day.....
After writing this story I realized how difficult it is to write fiction. Kudos to all those people out there who write fiction with such an ease.
Friday, July 16, 2010
Should I really celebrate??
I still remember the day - 28th July, 2008. There were some 20 other people like me in the lounge of the Executive Inn, dressed in formals, waiting for the cab to come. A mixed feeling of excitement and happiness could be seen on everyone’s face. In a few days it will be 28th July again. It has been two years since then. Things have changed a lot in these two years. The feeling of excitement, happiness has long lost its place and commotion, confusion has taken over. I don’t know whether I should celebrate or I should curse myself on completing 2 years in this place. Just within a few months of joining I realized that this is not the place for me. I was never meant to be here; still I am here for the past two years. Since then I have been trying to get out in vain. I am still not sure what to do. Despite of the dislike I am still here, this place is fun even though everything here except a few people sucks. But it's not fun any more as friends are leaving this place and going. The force that was bonding me to this place is now breaking. Coming months are going to be very tough now. Have to think of something fast; very fast. I will be completing two years in this place in a few days but there is no excitement anywhere. So should I really celebrate?? Well I don't see any reason to do so.
Friday, June 18, 2010
How is IT effecting our lives..
Nope, this post is not at all about the technical stuff neither it has anything to do with the things that are once imaginary but due to the evolution of technology are very much possible now nor am I trying to explain how simple and easy life has become due to the evolution of technology. Instead, I am trying to look at the other aspects of IT, the way we are getting indulged in it and how it has started affecting our daily life.
I had a mixed feeling of happy and sad when I read this article in which people had mentioned about some weird incidences that had happened to them. Happy because I was not alone to experience such a thing, there were others also who were going crazy like me, sad because I was thinking how the future would be if this continues to happen. Anyways who cares about the future. So this is what people have to say, the incidences which can clearly be termed as the side effect of IT.
Once I was on call with my father and mom was not around. I went on to ask, "Why is mom not attending the status call?"
Once after talking to one of my friends I ended the conversation saying.. "ok bye.. in case of any issues will call you back"
While watching TV when I want to check the time, I look at the bottom right corner of my TV for time.
Once late night when I went home after work, I was trying to flash my id card to open the lock and only after few seconds I realized what I am trying to do.
I got a thought of doing an Alt+Tab while switching from news channel to the DVD while watching TV.
When I went to a movie theatre from office directly, I showed the guy at the entrance my ID card and walked in. He had to call me back asking for ticket.
I would like to mention about the conversation I had in a hospital with another techie like me while waiting for our turns to visit the doctor.
N - Hi, I am N.
Me – Hi, I am laddu
N – So where do you work?
Me – I work in so and so company.
N – Why are you here?
Me – I met with an accident.
N – Oh. Ok
After some 10 minutes.
N – This doctor is taking so much time to check every patient. Btw what is your login id?
Me – It is axch….. arrr.. What do you mean by my login id?
N – Oh sorry. I mean what is your visiting number?
Me – 22
N – Oh mine is 24.
Me – ok
She wanted to ask me my visiting number but the first thing that came in her mind was the login id. Since the time I had this conversation with her I am wondering about the deep impact IT is making on our lives. May be the impact is much more on a techie then a human being. (Yes, sometimes I do wonder whether techies are human beings !!!!!)
Sometime back I heard this ad on radio. In this ad the teacher is asking the kid to make the sound of various animals.
Teacher – How does a cat speak?
Kid – meow-meow.
Teacher - How does a dog speak?
Kid – bow-bow
Teacher - How does a mouse speak?
Kid – click-click
Do I need to say anything more about this ad? Here are few pics and a video which I have collected from various sources and are self explanatory like the above mentioned ad.
I have read somewhere – Software engineers never die. They just go offline.
P.S – People this does not mean that if tomorrow I go offline you should consider me as dead.
I had a mixed feeling of happy and sad when I read this article in which people had mentioned about some weird incidences that had happened to them. Happy because I was not alone to experience such a thing, there were others also who were going crazy like me, sad because I was thinking how the future would be if this continues to happen. Anyways who cares about the future. So this is what people have to say, the incidences which can clearly be termed as the side effect of IT.
Once I was on call with my father and mom was not around. I went on to ask, "Why is mom not attending the status call?"
Once after talking to one of my friends I ended the conversation saying.. "ok bye.. in case of any issues will call you back"
While watching TV when I want to check the time, I look at the bottom right corner of my TV for time.
Once late night when I went home after work, I was trying to flash my id card to open the lock and only after few seconds I realized what I am trying to do.
I got a thought of doing an Alt+Tab while switching from news channel to the DVD while watching TV.
When I went to a movie theatre from office directly, I showed the guy at the entrance my ID card and walked in. He had to call me back asking for ticket.
I would like to mention about the conversation I had in a hospital with another techie like me while waiting for our turns to visit the doctor.
N - Hi, I am N.
Me – Hi, I am laddu
N – So where do you work?
Me – I work in so and so company.
N – Why are you here?
Me – I met with an accident.
N – Oh. Ok
After some 10 minutes.
N – This doctor is taking so much time to check every patient. Btw what is your login id?
Me – It is axch….. arrr.. What do you mean by my login id?
N – Oh sorry. I mean what is your visiting number?
Me – 22
N – Oh mine is 24.
Me – ok
She wanted to ask me my visiting number but the first thing that came in her mind was the login id. Since the time I had this conversation with her I am wondering about the deep impact IT is making on our lives. May be the impact is much more on a techie then a human being. (Yes, sometimes I do wonder whether techies are human beings !!!!!)
Sometime back I heard this ad on radio. In this ad the teacher is asking the kid to make the sound of various animals.
Teacher – How does a cat speak?
Kid – meow-meow.
Teacher - How does a dog speak?
Kid – bow-bow
Teacher - How does a mouse speak?
Kid – click-click
Do I need to say anything more about this ad? Here are few pics and a video which I have collected from various sources and are self explanatory like the above mentioned ad.
I have read somewhere – Software engineers never die. They just go offline.
P.S – People this does not mean that if tomorrow I go offline you should consider me as dead.
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